8.08.2013

The county fair is such the place for nostalgia. Even though
I don’t recall ever going to the county fair as a child, going to a fair makes
you feel like a child again. Plus, I got to go on a date with my husband. And
that right there makes me feel like a giddy school girl. To make it even more
nostalgic, and to use that word in a sentence again, BlackHawk was playing at
the county fair. A free concert. It’s as if it was meant for us. We saw
BlackHawk play a few years ago at another local fair so we knew that we couldn’t
pass up getting to see them live again. My love for BlackHawk runs deep into my
childhood. My sister, our across the street neighbor friend Brooke, and I would
sit on the floor in Brooke’s bedroom and sing the day away to her dad’s BlackHawk
cassette tapes. We knew every word. And I don’t know about Brooke and my
sister, but I still know every word. And I probably own a greatest hits CD too.
So there Mike and I sat, on the bleachers at the fairgrounds, tapping our toes
and slapping our thighs to some of the greatest tunes that BlackHawk has ever
produced. Mostly I hate when I go to a concert and people sing along. But last
night, I was my own personal pet peeve. I just couldn’t help belting it out
right along with my favorite old country band.

There are so many things about this man that I love,
that face being one of them. The fact that he will eat funnel cake with me at
9:30 at night is another. After the concert we wandered the fair with funnel cake
in hand. Word to the wise: eating powdered sugar while walking creates a
powdery effect all down the front of you. I was wearing white. Mike didn’t get
so lucky.